Little Zombie, Hurry Up and Come Out

"Hey, Xiao Yu, why did you stop halfway through? What happens when there's a qualitative change?" Ren Tingting had been listening with rapt attention when she realized Lin Yu had suddenly stopped talking.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. You just need to know that if your grandfather isn't cremated, he'll become a menace, and the first people he'll harm will be your father and you."

Even if Lin Yu told her about zombies, she wouldn't believe him. It was better to give her the gist so she could be mentally prepared.

"Then... then there's nothing we can do? And you're not lying to me, are you?" Ren Tingting looked at the eight-year-old brat in front of her, still unable to believe him.

She was afraid Lin Yu was making it up to scare him.

"If you don't believe me, forget it. Keep this on you. It can save your life when it matters."

Seeing that she still didn't believe him after all he'd said, Lin Yu stopped trying to persuade her. He handed Ren Tingting a talisman and ran over to Uncle Nine.

"Fine, I believe you, all right?" Ren Tingting looked at the talisman in her hand, then glanced at the eight-year-old brat beside Uncle Nine and spat inwardly.

"Such a little devil."

"All right, carry the coffin back to the mortuary~" A Wei saw his chance to show off and instantly gave the order with an air of authority.

"Little brother Xiao Yu, I'm leaving now. Bye-bye." Ren Tingting followed Ren Fa and the others down the road back to the village.

"Still staring? You two, burn a plum blossom incense formation at the grave and come back and tell me how it burns."

Uncle Nine smacked Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng on the head. Neither of them had taken his eyes off Ren Tingting.

"Ah! What about junior brother?" Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng looked at Lin Yu, who was getting ready to leave empty-handed.

"Your junior brother is coming back with me, of course. Do you have a problem with that?"

"We wouldn't dare," the two said, shrinking back.

Lin Yu poked his head out from behind Uncle Nine's leg and made a face at them. Be green with envy, you two. Nyah, nyah, nyah.

"Remember to offer incense at every grave."

After giving his instructions, Uncle Nine made to leave with Lin Yu.

Lin Yu looked back at the rows of tombstones behind him, wondering which one belonged to Dong Xiaoyu. He was considering whether to go and capture the female ghost now, so she wouldn't ruin Qiu Sheng's cultivation.

"Xiao Yu, what are you thinking about?" Seeing that Lin Yu was distracted, Uncle Nine spoke up, worried he might fall on the mountain path.

"Oh, it's nothing, Master."

Forget it. I'll wait until she comes looking for senior brother, then capture her. After thinking it over, Lin Yu decided it wasn't time to act yet.

After all, she was still behaving herself in her grave and hadn't done anything bad. If he acted now, it would damage his own merit.

Meanwhile, without Lin Yu's intervention, events naturally unfolded for Qiu Sheng as they had in the original story, and Dong Xiaoyu set her sights on him.

The two were so frightened that they ran back to the mortuary in a panic.

The sun had set by the time the group came down from the mountain.

Inside the mortuary, Uncle Nine stared gravely at the incense in his hand: two sticks had burned short and one long.

"What people fear most is misfortune; what incense must avoid most is two short and one long. Yet that's exactly how it burned. Sigh..."

While Uncle Nine was still thinking about how to deal with it, Wen Cai, hungry after a day of walking mountain roads, secretly swiped a pastry from the offering table and took a bite.

"Hey... when incense burns like this in a household, someone is sure to die." Uncle Nine happened to see him and spoke up to stop him.

"Then, Master, does that mean someone in Master Ren's household?" Startled, Wen Cai hurriedly put it back and changed the subject.

"Could it be here!?" Uncle Nine was speechless. Did Wen Cai really want something to happen at the mortuary that badly?

"If it doesn't concern me, I won't worry about it." Seeing that, Wen Cai stopped worrying and secretly started eating the offerings again.

"Then will Master Ren's daughter be affected?" Qiu Sheng had a little more sense and asked the question.

"Oh, in short, anyone surnamed Ren is in danger. Ah, Tingting..." Only then did Wen Cai realize what that meant. He hurriedly swallowed what was in his mouth and wanted to ask Uncle Nine for help.

"Hey~ Didn't you just say that if it didn't concern you, you wouldn't worry about it?" Qiu Sheng teasingly pulled Wen Cai back.

"That's not how it works. If I save the woman I love, getting married won't be a problem." Wen Cai's head was now full of thoughts of the two of them living happily together after he saved Ren Tingting.

"Senior brother, you're so uncultured. That's called a hero saving a beauty." Lin Yu was also gnawing on a large flatbread, criticizing Wen Cai's education between bites.

But Wen Cai didn't care about any of that now. He pushed Qiu Sheng aside and tried to go beg Uncle Nine.

Qiu Sheng blocked Wen Cai. He had no intention of letting Wen Cai go. If Wen Cai got ahead of him, he wouldn't have any advantage left.

"Hey~?" Wen Cai looked at Qiu Sheng, his face full of urgency.

"We agreed on fair competition."

"Fine."

The two pushed each other as they ran off to find Uncle Nine.

Lin Yu shook his head helplessly. For the sake of a woman, they'd even thrown their brains away.

They weren't even looking at where the menace was now. If Grand Master Ren hadn't been afraid of Yang Qi when he first came out in the original story, he would have drained the two of them dry long ago.

Lin Yu took his two short little legs after them, gnawing on his flatbread as he went.

"Master, think of something! Please save Tingting!" The two ran over and each clung to one of his arms, pleading with him.

"I thought of something long ago. Otherwise, why would I have brought the coffin back?"

"Is there something wrong with the coffin?" Wen Cai had a one-track mind. As he spoke, he wanted to examine the coffin to see what was wrong with it.

"Idiot, it's the dead man who's the problem." Uncle Nine moved a little farther away from Wen Cai, afraid it might be contagious.

"The dead man?"

"Senior brother, Master isn't calling you stupid for no reason. Just think: a corpse that hasn't changed in twenty years. Would you say there's a problem?"

Seeing that Wen Cai still hadn't caught on, Lin Yu was so worked up from eating melons that he was nearly having a heart attack. He spoke up to remind him.

"I think there's a problem too." Wen Cai wasn't embarrassed after hearing that. Instead, he looked at the coffin and offered a solemn analysis.

"It hasn't rotted in twenty years..."

Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng suddenly looked at each other, then went to the head of the coffin and pushed it open to find out for themselves.

"Hey, don't open it..." Lin Yu was just about to stop them, but it was already too late.

"Wow~ He's put on weight," they both said.

"Oh, come on." Lin Yu stared at the two of them, speechless.

Uncle Nine also came over for a look and saw that moonlight was already shining on the corpse.

"Close it, quickly!" Uncle Nine's pupils contracted, and he hurriedly told the two to close the coffin.

"Get paper, a brush, ink, a knife, and a sword," Uncle Nine ordered, staring gravely at the coffin.

If this wasn't handled properly, Grand Master Ren might rise from the dead tonight.

"What?" the two asked.

Just as Uncle Nine was thinking about how to deal with it, he heard Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng's bewildered voices.

"Yellow paper, a writing brush, black ink, a kitchen knife, and a wooden sword!" Lin Yu repeated the list for Uncle Nine, this time in detail.

"I tell you to read more every day, and you don't even know this? Are you trying to make me die of anger?" Uncle Nine smacked each of them on the head as he spoke angrily.

"Xiao Yu, be careful not to touch the coffin. It's very dangerous." Worried about Lin Yu, Uncle Nine made a point of warning him.

"Oh, okay," Lin Yu replied.

Hehe, don't touch it? No way. Those are points! After so many days, I'm finally going to get a decent haul of points again.

How could the few points he got from signing in every day possibly be enough? He couldn't be as lucky as he had been the first time and get 1,000 points every time.

Deep down, Lin Yu hoped Grand Master Ren wouldn't be too fragile. At the very least, he hoped he could come out as he had in the original story.

He didn't know whether a zombie would also drop a corpse core when it died, or whether it could be exchanged for points.

You'd better be worth something, or all those days I spent preparing will have been for nothing.

He had been eyeing the things in the group for a long time. Those people were all sly as foxes, not kindhearted like him. Whatever his fellow group members wanted, they only had to trade something for it. As for what they trade, isn't that still up to me? Hehehe!

Those people wouldn't shed a tear until they saw points, especially Little Dot, who might well be drooling over his fellow group members every day!

Lin Yu stared at Grand Master Ren through the coffin, his eyes full of expectation. This newbie boss, who could even leave his master in a sorry state, ought to be worth a lot, right?